culture | March 19, 2026

La tuyia y los plebes Amor Eterno

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We continue with the old songs

Between white curtains or The 2 lovers

And this is how the band La Tuyia sounds, old man, and it says

Between white curtains and blue bars

There were two lovers complaining

And they said to each other that they loved each other

That only with death would they forget

That only with death would they forget

And so you keep listening, old man

Pure Plebes from Rancho de Ariel Camacho

Chinita, when you leave, I plan to leave you

A diamond heart as an inheritance

With the warning, with the warning

That if you leave with someone else, you lose the inheritance

That if you leave with someone else, you lose the inheritance

There is no house without its four corners

Nor a woman who doesn't fall sooner or later

Otherwise, otherwise

That all men are a reliquary

That all men are a reliquary

And so they keep listening, old man

This is how the band La Tuyia sounds

The Plebes from Rancho de Ariel Camacho

Let's go with Catarina and the rural police, my friend

That's right, old man

It was a Sunday, by the way

They danced, drank wine

They raised four dead

That Catarino has killed

Catarino shouted at them

"What beautiful sand dunes

To shoot me with bullets

With the so-called rural police"

Catarino shouted at them

When he was going uphill

"The bullets that hit me

I heal them with saliva"

Now I say goodbye with this one

Through those royal roads

Here ends the corrido

Of Catarino and the rural police

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